[it was inevitable, really, running into sephiroth.]
[he wants to be angry and to release all the years of festering hurt onto the man. he deserves as much, doesn't he? leaving him on read, ignoring him, leaving without warning, with nothing that would bring peace to the end of their relationship. even now he struggles with whether he had forgotten something important, if the reason sephiroth up and left one day was because of him.]
[but he never got an answer, not even to that question. he closes a fist close to his stomach, trying to center himself at the question and the answer that comes with it.]
[the woman keeps prattling on, like this is a conversation between three rather than with just the two of them, and cloud gives her a passing glance before releasing the curl of his fingers—breathing in. cloud could walk away from all this—probably should—and keep on with the present and the future at large, but a part of him is unable to let go of a past that he had cherished so much and was looking forward of existing in, for years and years to come. how naive. how gullible—]
[he turns to the bartender as he stands from the stool, announcing to hold his order, and without much of a glance at the woman, he walks up and beside sephiroth.]
Let's talk outside.
[while phrased as a request, the tight grip on sephiroth's wrist (he's really here) provides no room for rejection, as cloud starts to take brisk steps towards the floor's lobby area. away from people, away from prying eyes.]
no subject
[he wants to be angry and to release all the years of festering hurt onto the man. he deserves as much, doesn't he? leaving him on read, ignoring him, leaving without warning, with nothing that would bring peace to the end of their relationship. even now he struggles with whether he had forgotten something important, if the reason sephiroth up and left one day was because of him.]
[but he never got an answer, not even to that question. he closes a fist close to his stomach, trying to center himself at the question and the answer that comes with it.]
[the woman keeps prattling on, like this is a conversation between three rather than with just the two of them, and cloud gives her a passing glance before releasing the curl of his fingers—breathing in. cloud could walk away from all this—probably should—and keep on with the present and the future at large, but a part of him is unable to let go of a past that he had cherished so much and was looking forward of existing in, for years and years to come. how naive. how gullible—]
[he turns to the bartender as he stands from the stool, announcing to hold his order, and without much of a glance at the woman, he walks up and beside sephiroth.]
Let's talk outside.
[while phrased as a request, the tight grip on sephiroth's wrist (he's really here) provides no room for rejection, as cloud starts to take brisk steps towards the floor's lobby area. away from people, away from prying eyes.]